I had spent my twenty-three years on this planet preparing for a life: pulling all-nighters so that I could get the grades to receive a scholarship to a good college and, one day, have a career of my choosing; learning to cook for the dinner parties I told myself I’d throw one day; saving up my paychecks to be able to go on a long trip somewhere; talking about all the writing I wanted to do without ever actually working up the courage to put any of my writing out into the world.
